You want to comfort your sons, but all that comes out is this little mew. Dick grins as he picks bends and picks you up. He scratches behind your ears. “She’s pretty adorable though, and her fur is so soft.”

Damian quickly snatches you from Dick’s hands. He cuddles you close “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Grayson.” You rub your cheek against his to reassure him that you’re okay.

A moment later Jason’s hands wrap around you, and he lifts you out of a now glaring Damian’s hands. He scratches your head before going, “Wow, you’re right, she is soft.”

Tim reaches over and pets you as well. You allow yourself to purr. The boys’ attention becomes so focused on you that they don’t notice Bruce come up behind them.

“Where’d the cat come from?” He asks.

Your sons go stiff as a board, and Tim is the first to speak, “Technically she’s a kitten.”

Bruce just stares at Tim, before his arms crossed against his chest, “What’s going on?”

Jason smiles, “You’re not going to like the answer.”

His voice rises a bit in volume, “What is going on?”

Dick cracks like an egg, “Mom got turned into a kitten.”

Damian just holds you up for Bruce to see. You meow at him, and wave one paw in the air.

There’s a moment of silence before his jaw drops, and he takes a step forward, and takes you out of Damian’s hands. “Y/N?” He whispers.

You meow a yes, and touch a paw to his nose.

He stares for a moment more before his eyes shift back to the boys, and in his angry voice he asks, “What the hell happened?”

Tim grimaces, “We don’t exactly know.”

“But we called Zatara and he’s on his way, with Dr. Fate. We’re hoping they can turn her back into her herself.”

Bruce’s eye starts twitching, “Well start figuring it out. Now GO!”

The boys scatter and Bruce holds you up so that you’re at eye level. “We’ll fix this sweetheart I promise.” You rub your cheek against his and purr. He just sinks down in the chair in front of the bat computer, and says, “You are pretty cute though.”

Prompt: Alfred manages to get the boys out of the house for a while so Bruce and Batmom can have a night to themselves. We’re talking candlelit dinner. The works. Then after hours the boys come home to find Bruce and Batmom slow dancing in the moonlight::: Requested by-

When you step out of the shower to find that little black dress that Bruce loves, lying on the bed, you know something is up. It makes you excited. So you take your time getting ready. You do your hair, go the extra mile on your make-up, slip on the dress, and pull out those heels that kill your feet all while making your legs look fantastic. When you’re done you give a little twirl to the mirror, and giggle as the dress twirls with you. You feel like you’re sixteen, not thirty-six.

You make your way slowly through the hallway, and down the stairs. You find Bruce there, waiting for you. He’s dressed in one of his nice suits, and holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Stepping off the bottom step you take the bouquet, before pressing them to your nose. Neither of you says anything as you stand there, smiling at each other like loons.

After a moment Bruce offers you his arm, and you take it. He leads you through the house, whispering sweet things in your ear. It reminds you of your fourth date; the first time he had brought you the manor. He had spent hours showing you around and detailing the history.

You spend the evening out on the patio. The food is wonderful, the company is sublime, and the atmosphere is about as romantic as it can get. And as the first notes of The Way You Look Tonight start to play, you give into the moment and focus on nothing but Bruce. And when he starts guiding you around the patio in a simple dance while singing the words in your ear, you forget about everything else.

Love was often times a hard thing for Damian to grasp. He was too young to date, and he didn’t really have any connections to people outside of the family, but as he watched his father and mom dance in the moonlight he couldn’t help but think what they had was special. Unique. That this moment, despite its simplicity was a private one, a memory to cling to when things got difficult or hectic. A moment they could remember when they had to go weeks without seeing each other. In some way it reminded him of the happy ending at the end of a Disney movie. And with that last though he pulled away from the door and allowed his parents their moment. But not before taking a picture, because some part of him needed to save this moment.

Turning to face his brothers, he found their eyes on him. Setting his mouth in his usual scowl he simply whispers “What?”

Grayson just grins, “Send that to us.”

“All of us,” Jason adds.

Dick tends to take that picture out when he feels discouraged. When he breaks up with someone, or has a bad day on the job. He puts that picture next to a picture of his birth parents and remembers that good things happen.

Jason looks at that picture when he feels lonely. Typically, when he hasn’t seen his family for several weeks, and he’s craving the contact, … but can’t exactly leave his safe house just yet. It reminds him that he is loved.

Tim looks at that picture when he’s at his most exhausted. Usually he hasn’t slept for several days, and he’s been surviving on only coffee. When he fears the nightmares will trap him, he looks at the picture until he can fall asleep, and he has only good dreams.

Alfred look at that picture whenever things seem to go wrong. Whenever he feels like he should have stopped Bruce from becoming Batman, or letting those boys become Robin. He looks at that picture and he remembers the good that has come from everything.

Roy often skips Boy Scout meetings to hang out with Kori and Jason (Don’t tell Ollie)

Kyle Rayner is usually hanging with the Troublemakers but had a cold on this particular day and Hal wouldn’t let him leave the house.

Cass is wearing Bruce’s old costume (here) that she found in the attic while playing hide and seek with her brothers. Alfred has since made a few alterations to it, of course.

That stuffed cat looking thing behind Damian was made by Dick. Alfred has been teaching him how to sew and he practices by making tons of plush for his siblings! (They’re finally starting to look like actual animals)

You straighten the dress, and just stare at yourself in the mirror. Your skin is probably more pale than it should be, and if it weren’t for the cover-up you’re certain that the circles under your eyes would be rather prominent. Taking a deep breath, you step away from the mirror and slip on your heels.

You take the stairs one at a time, and you barely glance at the men loitering in the foyer. You walk out the open door and into the waiting car. The boys follow you in. The car ride is silent, and when you reach your destination you consider not getting out. You think about just telling Alfred to drive.

Instead, you get out after your brothers, and when Jason offers you his arm, you take it. You watch as Dick finds Barbara, and Tim finds Stephanie. When Damian grabs your hand the realness of the situation hits you. You stumble, and your brothers catch you before you fall.

You steel yourself a second later. You won’t be that girl. You won’t be the weepy mess.

As the funeral begins you draw into yourself. Your eyes scan the crowd, picking out the different board members, and then the different league members in attendance. It surprises you just how many people have turned out. You let Alfred and Dick play the part of hosts, as you stand in front of the open grave.

You wait for everyone to leave. You cross your arms against your chest, and just stare at the casket in the ground. You wait til you’re alone to start talking, “You never listened to me. I begged you to stop, but of course you didn’t. You just had to save the city, and now you’ve done to me the exact same thing that drove you towards this. You’ve left me alone. No mom, no dad, but how has that changed? It’s not like I really knew you, and mom? I’ve seen her like maybe six times in my entire life. She didn’t even bother to show up.”

You pause, “Now look at me. I’m talking to a box of wood, getting ready to be put in a hole.” You kick at the ground, “I’m going to go now. Bye Dad.” The last thing you see is your father’s name on the tombstone. “Here lies Bruce Wayne.”